The Ministers Wife

Sally green was beautiful; infact she stood out in a crowd and you could not
help but notice her. She was a slim blue eyed blonde, vivacious, with a ringing
laugh, and her long hair hung down her slender back crowning her like a golden
halo. She also dressed to perfection, her dresses seemed to cling to her shapely
form and accentuate her wonderful figure. You would not know her age until you
got close and noticed the slightest crinkles at the corners of her sparkling
eyes. She walked with an exuberant lively swing-- poetry in motion--which made
her stand out in the crowd. Sally was not only beautiful she was clever and
talented with fluent speech and a quick wit. Her personality was magnetic, men
admired and desired her, and women wished they were like her.

She was married to the Reverend Ernest Green and had two school aged children.
They had been in their present incumberance five years and were spinning merrily
along with a thriving congregation in middle class England. Sally fitted into
all the church activities and was a great organiser, she was the perfect
ministers wife, a real helpmate who adored her husband. There were womens
groups, bible study groups and a youth group to provide fellowship and
entertainment for the teenagers in the comuntity. Sally helped with everything,
and when the young couple who ran the youth group were away she would take it
over for a couple of friday evenings.

Now Sally was used to handling pushy men who often tried it on with her. If they
were married she would repremand them and tell them it was no way for a married
man to behave, and if they were single she would politely remind them that she
was a married woman herself. Naturally the men noticed her and when she read the
lesson they would be admiring her figure and paying little or no attention to
the reading. The sex instinct is far stronger than the religious veneer that
merely coats the character, or the gold band that surrounds a finger, it can
wreck marriages, destroy lives and is not to be handled lightly.

The youth group was really just a meeting place in the church hall where there
was a snooker table some music with drinks and coffee available. Alcohol was
banned but often the teenagers would dance, and horse-play would occasionally
occur, as it does with lively young people. It was confined mainly to those
whose parents attended the church but friends were sometimes brought in from
time to time, but to gain entry you had to have membership or be invited by a
member. Members also had to be over sixteen and under twenty five but the place
was monitored by at least one adult who was incharge and kept an eye on what
went on. The hall opened at 7pm and closed at 10pm.

It was a hot sultry friday evening in July and Sally was incharge, she enjoyed
chatting to the younger people and kept all the doors and windows open to let in
the night air. The music rolled out into the night with the billows of young
laughter. Sally noticed a new youngman who had just entered with a girl whose
mother she knew well. She looked twice at the newcomer she felt sure she had
seen him somewhere before. He was a tall dark longlimbed boy very handsome and
well dressed, who moved with an easy cat like exuberance as if he walked on
springs; he flashed a white toothed smile at Sally holding her gaze with
passonate eyes.

"This is Lenny," said his female companion smiling," he has just moved in next
door to us."

Lenny seemed to linger as he held Sallys outstreched hand and she felt a sort of
electricity flow between them: again Sally felt as if she knew the boy, but from
where and when she trawled her memory with no definite result. When these
evenings finished it the hall had to cleared and tidied, and whoever was
incharge had the job of supervising the clearup and locking up for the night.
Lots of the youth quickly went off and a few dedicated thoughtful ones were left
to finish off.

Everyone had left and Sally was just locking the kitchen when she looked around
to see Lenny standing close behind her. She felt herself stiffen Lenny smiled
and slowly came nearer to her,"Your very beautiful Mrs Green please don't be
nervous I just wanted to tell you how lovely you are," and he slipped his arm
around her waist pulling her gently towards him, he kissed her passionately on
the lips.This was the first time Sally had ever responded willingly to such
advances since she was a 19year old girl and the memories of that first love
affair came flooding back.

Reader we need to digress and paint in a little of Sallys background. Aged
nineteen and very attractive she had met a man who she did not know was married.
He was an experienced and forward lover who often cheated on his wife and he had
two young children. Infact the man was a heartless romeo and he took advantage
of a young girl who was longing for love and fullfillment. This man took her
virginity and promised to marry her, she absolutely believed him and was head
over heels in love with him. After a while she began to realise something was
wrong and she followed him home one dreadful night after a loving tryst and
discovered he had a wife and family. Sally was devastated: the tears flowed
copiously but she did not give him up she hoped he would divorce his wife and
marry her. Love often makes us stupid and always blinds us to a true assessment
of the love object, but love lives in hope and believes in reform.

It took another crisis to open Sallys eyes and bring her to her senses,
meanwhile her honey-lipped lover kept using her and making alsorts of promises
that he knew he never intended to keep. Telling her how he loved her and how he
would soon break with his wife, who he had no feelings at all for. His
lovemaking was skillful and passionate and he carried her to new orgasmic
heights often making her surprize herself by her actions breaking taboo's
allowing him great freedom with her beautiful body. During these months Sally
had seen his wife and she was startled how plain she looked and it gave her
confidence to break up the marriage and have this man for herself.

Then the second bombshell struck she saw her lover out with yet another woman.
She felt suicidal locked herself away and refused to see him inspite of the fact
he called many times. She was tempted but knew in her heart he was no good and
she sunk into a weary apathy. This was when she met Ernest Green who had just
left theological college. Ernest knew she was depressed and he was very kind and
understanding; so Sally ended up becoming Mrs Green on the rebound. She thought
a kind loving man was all she needed and she threw herself into the marriage.
Ernest was not a passionate man infact he found passion difficult he was a good
man but not a sexy one. Naturally his christian persuasion did not help in this
and he gave Sally the impression that it was his duty to love her, and her life
of passion became a life of duty. This suited Sally at first for she had felt
the sad result of passion, it had made her desperately unhappy and she wished to
avoid a recurrance of this period of her life. Alas we cannot run away from out
natures and mistake often leads to further mistake until we are able to accept
ourselves and insist that the world accepts us as well.

When Lenny kissed her it was as if she was thrown back in an instant into the
world of passion and she did not resist athough she knew she should push him
away. His strong arms held her as she drank from her lips and he placed his open
hands on her bottom pulling her hips into his own thrusting his aroused manhood
towards her womanhood.

Now he was kissing her neck and she could feel his hot breath as his hands made
towards her fine breasts kneading them whispering," You adorable creature your
so lovely I must have you I need you I want every bit of your body."Sally could
feel herself responding as she never had done for twenty years and she could not
stop. Lenny was working his way down her body he was obsessed with this
beautiful mature woman and he wanted to pleasure her with his tongue. He was
soon under her skirt and she was raptured as he planted kiss after kiss on her
thighs and upper legs she had not know such passion for years and it sent
thrills through her body like pulses of electricity.

It was too late now for her to resist she was absorbed in the act and allowed
her body to be enjoyed by this sexy young male who was also taken up in the
suddeness of the act. They were engulfed in each other, the outside world was
eclipsed, only the coming storm mattered now. Sally's fluids flowed profusely
and Lenny drank them like nectar, her soft wetness became his world down there
as he felt her rising climaxes ebb and flow.

His cock was like a rock and throbbed in his trousers then he heard her moan and
say," Give it me I need to be filled please fill me darling fill me."He felt it
slide into her as her well prepared sheath drew him in up to the hilt. He paused
with his full length locked in her grasping fanny he could feel himself
throbbing inside her no need to move, the joy of being there fully inserted and
wrapped in her vagina was enough, he needed to savour the sensation, and her
legs wrapped around his back held him and she moaned a long low song that
wavered almost cat like in its intensity. Lenny had no need of friction he knew
that when she was ready she would rock the boat and then and only then would he
discharge the complete contents of his brimful sack. He drew her face uptowards
his and locked his lips and tongue onto hers. They were connected inseparable
and the final crisis hit them tearing at their senses, fusing there identities
into one being in that supreme moment when time stops and cares are lifted, and
nothing else matters.

Aterwards came the guilt and sorrow and Sallys vow to herself never to do it
again. The great trouble with convention is that it gets in the way of
enjoyment, as it tries to dictate our behaviour. It hardly ever suceeds, the
heart always puts pleasure first and so it did with Sally, a pastors wife, yet
she continued to consort with this youth from the church club. It came as a
shock when she learnt his name and realised he was the son of the married man
who had led her such a dance before she married.

She knew then 'Like father like son' and she knew why she had given in to this
womaniser. What would become of her? she dreaded discovery but loved every
passionate session more and more, and as he pressed his advantage he lusted more
an more after this gorgeous woman. Lenny like many young men seemed to get a
thrill out of the fact that Sally was an older married woman, but he new he must
be careful and he picked his moments. Everytime he saw her his loins leapt and
his young dark eyes gleamed with passionate lustful pleasure for he knew that
wonderful body he had conquered it and possessed it, and adored it.

As is usual with these things fate took another twist and the situation was
charged with the danger of discovery. Sally knew she had no excuse, if all was
revealed she would be to blame and the fingers would point and judge her as a
shameless hussy. Lenny had taken to visiting the vicarage on monday mornings
after the children were at school and Rev Green was attending to parish duties.
So as not to be seen he would slip into the back door through the garden and
when he had satisfied himself slip out the same way.
Now his older brother Jack had become suspicious and knew that something was
going on; the suspicion had turned into determination to find out what Lenny was
up to, so he followed him on this particular monday. Seeing him slip into the
vicarage garden made Jack very curious and throwing caution to the wind he
followed his brother and saw him enter the downstairs back kitchen.

Jack was puzzled and he waited behind the garden shed to see if Lenny would come
out. After awhile he knew he must be up to no good so he crept into the kitchen;
all was silent the ground floor seemed to be totally empty. Jack went to the
bottom of the stairs and then he thought he heard noises coming from one of the
rooms. He ascended slowly his ears pricked, a door in the passage was ajar and
he could now clearly hear a rocking sound and gentle low moans. Carefully like a
stealthy cat he crept along and peeped through the door. Sally was on the bed
her rump in the air and mounted on her was Lenny. Jack watched in shock as his
brother who was stark naked slowly sunk his cock into that mature pussy gripping
her shoulders and clearly absorbed in fucking the vicars wife. She for her part
appeared to be enjoying every minute and he heard her say,"Oh yes please
deeper."

Now the immediate effect of this unexpected discovery on Jack was sexual
arousal. His penis stood to attention like a sentry and he was jealous of his
younger brothers luck. He had seen Mrs Green and had mentally fucked her many
times but like others believed she was a strait-laced vicars wife and would not
respond favourably to an approach. Jack quietly removed his trousers and
watching the pair he held his throbbing rod longing for his oppotunity to mount
that lovely woman and empty his aching balls.The lovers were too wrapt in there
own enjoyment to notice him and the naked couple continued to work towards
completion.

"I just love fucking that cunt of yours you sexy bitch I'm goint to fill you
right up with my hot spunk," and he plunged into her again as Jack watched cock
in hand ogling the wonderful sight.

"Ohhhhh,'' she cried in ecstasy and the storm burst as Lenny clung to her
spasming his jets into her buried to the hilt of his cock ejaculating jet after
jet of white seed into her vagina. Jack dashed to the bed now stark naked and
pulling his exhusted brother off mounted and entered before Sally or Lenny knew
what had happened. Lenny was too shocked to speak as his rampant brother plunged
his cock home like a maniac Sally just groaned as she felt the fresh hard long
cock penitrate and she soon found herself rising again to have a further orgasm.

Thus it was that the two randy young brothers began to enjoy threesomes with the
local vicars wife each stimulating the other to fresh debauchery between them
they began to use her when ever the oppotunity arose and she enjoyed the
attention of these two dirty fuckers. Sally knew it could not go on how could
she be the dutiful vicars wife prim and proper, looked up to by all the church
community and at the same time enjoy such filthy sessions with two young men.
She kept saying to herself she must stop, but as you know dear reader active
sexual enjoyment is not easy to lay aside, after all she had never known such
orgasms and she was shocked at her own depravity.

Here again fate solved the problem. Those readers who consider fate to be
malevolent are wrong it has no bias whatsoever but sometimes by luck saves us
from self distruction. Within two weeks of this gross indecency Rev Green told
his wife that sadly they must leave the parish and move on as he had a letter
from the Bishop saying it was time for them to make a move.

" I know how upset you will be my dear we have made such good friends but it is
the Church of Englands policy, I know its silly but they don,t like ministers to
get too pally with their congregations."

Sally smiled to herself, " How long have we got then?" she asked. Inwardly she
was glad she knew fate had saved her from disaster.The great unanswered question
is will she again become embroiled in passion and intrigue or will she be able
to settle again to the quiet useful life as a ministers wife.